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"Can't you get the lawyer to do it? Don't you have a team of lawyers at work?" "They are working for Birch Group. They only handle corporate matters, not my personal matters." "Why don't you send me the papers? I'll take care of it," Clara suggested. There was a long silence on the phone. Then, his voice came. "Clara, do you really want to divorce me?" Clara felt helpless. Was he not the one who wanted to divorce her? "Well, since you and I both want a divorce, we should get it done as soon as possible. After the divorce, there won't be any news of you cheating in marriage. Besides, I don't want the scandals to affect Yanny negatively."

She laughed again. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I'll stop laughing," she said after seeing the sneer on my face, a sneer mixed with rage. "I think it wouldn't be that complicated; we both agree on the divorce, so I think we can work on that." I nodded, "do you have a lawyer?" I asked. I asked this knowing that she had been cut off from the family's wealth. There was no way Catherina would give her away without first taking back her money.

I scrolled through the names slowly, considering who I could trust, who I could use, and who could get me what I needed. First, I needed a lawyer. Not just any lawyer. I needed someone ruthless, strategic, and experienced in high-profile divorce cases. Someone who wouldn’t care about anything than to fight dirty if necessary. I typed a few names into a note, law firms that specialized in corporate and marital disputes. I had heard of some of them from social circles and business events. If Micheal thought he would walk away with everything, he was wrong. I wasn’t going to let him control the story. I wasn’t going to let him dictate the terms. If he wanted a battle, I would give him one.

I could still feel the man's gaze on me but I chose to ignore it and paid for the two snacks I had taken before I left. ******* I got to my lawyer's office. Fortunately for me, I met him leaving already on my way. "Mr Stark." I greeted. "Mrs Duggerman. How are you, what brings you here?" He asked. "I'm doing great.." That was a blatant lie, I was breaking apart inside. "I've come for you to help me draft a divorce, I want my marriage to phillip dissolved." I said with an air of defiance.

But now there’s no more room to avoid what comes next. My hand trembles slightly as I reach for the laptop and search for divorce attorneys. The words feel unreal sitting in the search bar. Divorce attorney. Divorce lawyer. Legal separation. For a moment, I just stare at the screen while profiles and polished headshots load beneath my fingertips. Smiling professionals in tailored suits offering consultations, mediation, asset division, discreet representation. Their websites are emotionless, as though marriage is something that can be untangled neatly with signatures and filing fees and maybe for some people it is.

"Well, then I wish you both a lifetime of happiness. Make sure to stay together forever and not come back into the market." Ignoring Clark's displeasure, she placed the divorce certificate into her bag and walked away. Today was her fresh start, and she didn't want those scumbags to ruin her mood. After leaving the courthouse, Nyla went directly to a top law firm in Saintornia, where she found a lawyer specializing in divorce cases and handed him the divorce agreement. The two discussed the case for over an hour, and the lawyer, William Harwell, personally saw Nyla out of the firm.

Her beautiful figure walking out of sight- "Malcolm, look at me. Look at me when I'm talking to you-" "For fuck's sake, shut that hole in your face!" I yell and push her off me, glaring at her till she's all frozen up and looking at me like a scared puppy. "Shut up!" I say again. "Fuck!" I run my fingers through my hair. "My lawyer will contact you. We're getting a divorce-" "What? What do you mean a divorce?" I've heard those lines before but unlike this one, they broke me and haunt my dreams till this day. "Is this because Father won't get the company? But he will. He'll convince grandma! That old woman is delusional and-"

"Don't let her die in the process. Let her enjoy the game of a fool's paradise." Sparrow chuckled, a low sound that rumbled through the speaker. "You are the devil, Dominic." "Get it done." "You can consider it handled, boss." A few minutes later, I picked up my phone again. I called the best divorce attorney in the country, a woman named Helena Vance who had never lost a case and who charged more per hour than most people made in a year. She picked up on the third ring. "Mr. Ford. This is unexpected."

"I know you're angry, but I took a slap from you too. Do we really have to keep dragging this out? Didn't the doctors tell you that your— "I transferred the shares to Ken for your own good." I listened to her self-righteous speech with a blank expression. "I don't care who you give the firm to. And I'm not joking about the divorce." Julia's frown tightened. Then she let out a sharp laugh. "I won't agree to a divorce. If you want one so badly, take me to court. But think carefully, Harry. As long as I'm practicing, you won't find a single lawyer in this city who'll take your case. Walk away from me, and you get nothing."

She had no energy left to take care of a child by herself. However, no one answered her question. My lawyer calmly placed the divorce agreement on the table. "Ms. Jenkins, that's my client's private business. I don't know where he is. I'm here today solely to discuss the divorce on behalf of my client. If there are no objections, please sign." "Sign, my ass!" In a fit of rage, Sheila ripped the agreement into pieces and threw them in the lawyer's face. She was so angry that she completely forgot about maintaining her image in public.